An Opera House (Amy Lowell Poem)
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring ...
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring ...
Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light ...
Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the ...
The sky dawned as if painted by Maxwell Parrish bright rims of the acrylic, daubed clouds, placed on the azure ...
We had another thaw today Mud thick and dark above the rims of the Escort wagon sitting in the quicksand ...
Through the white rims of the slate grey clouds this winter morning I peered upward and saw God's eye Bright ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
1 OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone, Fared the steamer alert and loud through ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
The same old sprint in the morning, boys, to the same old din and smut; Chained all day to the ...
Some poets sing of scenery; Some to fair maids make sonnets sweet. A fig for love and greenery, Be mine ...
Rose, you majesty-once, to the ancients, you were just a calyx with the simplest of rims. But for us, you ...
Unquiet you walk Along the rims of my eyes On the invisible grating Before your lips My naked words shiver ...
In the painting, I'm seated in a shield, coming home in it up a shadowy river. It is a small ...
In a lone valley fair and far, Where many sweet beguilements are, I know a spot to lag and dream ...
But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from ...
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